National Poetry Month - Day 12

I wrote this yesterday but didn't get a chance to post it...hoppped up on benadryl...

"In reality there are no black outlines..." -Some art teacher somewhere

We are all shade and shine
a blended grayscale
softly, we yield to the existence of each other
malleable, light bends and breaks around us
or if we prove fragile enough, bends to break us.